Journey to the West: I have Nine Golden Crows Inside Me
Chapter 810 - 630 City God

Chapter 810: 630 City God

Rumble!

The Chaos Hole trembled, an even stronger pressure arriving, forcing the remnants of the Demon God’s consciousness to shrink back into the black continent. At the same time, the black continent quivered, its area visibly shrinking at a rapid pace.

In the blink of an eye, it was compressed by that overwhelming force from infinity to the size of a fist, and it continued to be pressed even smaller.

Finally, the black continent was compressed to its limit, exploding with a bang, turning into countless strands of pure essence that dissipated in all directions.

"Refine!"

With a thought, Jiang Chen used the Human Race’s alchemy secrets to collect these strands of essence and condense them into a mass, using the Chaos Hole as a furnace, refined by the Taoist fire, and turned it into a pill the size of a longan.

"What a fine elixir!"

Closing the Chaos Hole, Jiang Chen took the pill, examined it for a while, and couldn’t help but praise aloud.

The pill was of extraordinary quality, with Taoist patterns swirling around it, the Innate Indestructible Light ascending, clearly not a mundane object, but a legendary Taoist pill, a pill of the Great Tao, many times more profound than the Nine Heavens God Pill that Jiang Chen had refined in the past.

The power contained within this pill was beyond imagination, transformed from the flesh and essence of the Chaos Demigod, its quality even higher than the Heavenly Earthly Origin, containing parts of the profound mysteries of the Great Tao. If a Dao Monarch who has reached the pinnacle were to consume this pill, there is more than a fifty percent chance to cultivate into the realm of an Innate Dao Sovereign.

"This pill is still not perfect, lacking some intensity of fire. If it is refined with more care, it can become even stronger, becoming a Dao Venerable pill, capable of instantly turning any Dao Monarch into an Innate Dao Sovereign."

Jiang Chen felt that this Taoist pill he held still had room for improvement; he had refined it for too short a time just now. If the refinement continued, its efficacy would be even more potent.

"Those old ancestors within the Sun Temple are idle anyway; someday, I’ll have them help with refining this pill to enhance its effects."

To Jiang Chen, the pill didn’t have much use, but for others, it was a different story. A pill that could turn someone into an Innate Dao Sovereign in one step was truly a peerless Taoist pill of immense value.

If Jiang Chen was willing to spread the word, countless powerhouses would flock to exchange their Innate Spiritual Treasures with him for it. In other words, the value of this pill was even greater than some Innate Spiritual Treasures.

However, Jiang Chen did not have the time to continue refining this pill. To perfect it, to achieve the sufficient intensity of fire, he would need at least a hundred years—where would he find such time?

Therefore, Jiang Chen decided that one day, when he had the time, he would visit the Sun Temple and let those ancestors help him refine this pill.

"Now that this matter is finished, I should head to the Eastern Sea to search for the remaining eleven Sea Pacifying God Pearls. But before that, I need to return to Cang Mountain first, to hang the Gathering Immortals Bell in the Shangqing Palace."

After dealing with the matters of the Heavenly Demon Abyss, Jiang Chen didn’t stop. He turned and left the valley, heading in the direction of Cang Mountain.

With the speed of a Taoist Master, how incredibly fast! After leaving the valley, Jiang Chen only took one step forward, and his figure had already appeared outside Cang Mountain.

After many days, Jiang Chen returned to Cang Mountain which had undergone significant changes. Compared to its usual remoteness from the world, the area around Cang Mountain now had much more vitality, with even plumes of cooking smoke rising.

All of this was the work of Zhang Daoling. Since Jiang Chen had become a hands-off manager by entrusting all affairs of the Shangqing Palace to him, he had not only opened the gate to recruit disciples widely but also relocated some population to the foot of Cang Mountain.

Cang Mountain is truly vast, spanning billions of miles. Though mostly peaks, there are huge plains between mountains, sufficient for countless beings to thrive.

After taking over the Shangqing Palace, Zhang Daoling’s first order of business was to gather refugees from all over and relocate them to Cang Mountain to let them thrive and reproduce in this area.

And as the population gathered, the fate naturally converged towards this place, making the Shangqing Palace’s fate ever more prosperous.

The concept of ’strength in numbers’ isn’t merely talk. Gathering people forms power; as long as the assembled population is large enough, it can culminate into a mighty force, thereby generating fate, qualifying for a contention for the world.

Within merely a hundred years, the Shangqing Palace had gathered countless people, forming an overwhelming force, and its fate naturally became even more vigorous.

Although Jiang Chen was busy, he wasn’t in a hurry at the moment. He hadn’t visited Cang Mountain and the Shangqing Palace for a long time, so he took this opportunity to have a good look at the place, to see how his disciple had managed it.

Cang Mountain is vast, with many places suitable for the Human Race to live. Despite being separated by mountains, there are lands tens and hundreds of thousands of miles wide where the people, brought by the Shangqing Palace disciples, thrived.

And a hundred years of development had noticeably changed the power structure of these Human Race settlements; the most significant change was the appearance of many cities on the plains, with the presence of soldiers. In just a hundred years, these Human Race settlements had evolved into nations that implemented many policies.

Walking on Cang Mountain, Jiang Chen picked the largest of these nations and headed there, intending to see the local customs and how they differed from those on the Nanbuzhan Continent.

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"Hmm, is this the Town God Temple?!"

"Have the disciples of the Shangqing Palace begun to follow the path of North Yin’s Fengdu?"

Passing by a bustling city, Jiang Chen noticed that the locals were all converging in one place. His curiosity piqued, he wanted to see exactly what they were doing.